Page 80 of Tracking Luxe

Licking salt from her lips had to be the sexiest thing he’d seen today and since he’d been staring at Preacher’s bare tattooed back in nearly hundred-degree heat while they both worked on a Kawasaki 125 most of the morning and then out on a pickup with Capone for an hour after that it was slim pickings what he considered sexy.

Way he saw it, there was two options he had going for him, the tell-taleshe wants sexlook crossing her face gave him a boost of confidence he didn’t know he’d dropped until this very moment having her here with him, a fresh chance, he thought, he could either sweep the condiment basket out of the way and do some nasty ravishing on the table top or he could ask to take her home.Again. This time following it up with telling her he wanted to date her, no room for misinterpretation, he wanted her.

Technically, if he wanted to get picky this was their third date if he counted the Russian robbery and food afterward as date one and two.

He looked at a place over her shoulder and marvelled at his self-control.

“Myabuelasays I shouldn’t lie and skirting the truth is still a lie, sosí, I only missed that face.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, nothing short of a world disaster stopped his self-satisfied smirk hearing she’d missed him.

He got hard and he stayed that way.

“I don’t know, maybe you should stop the lies and tell me what you’re thinking, I can see you want to.”

She huffed. He loved that fucking indignation noise. Biting back a grin. “Think I’m a liar, kidnapper? You don’t get to diagnose me, mister bossy, you’ve known me five minutes.”

“It’s been longer than five minutes, you sucked my cock for more than that.” Well that was the wrong fucking thing to put in his head, his cock pulsed pleasure in remembrance of those sweet lips. Looking up he further groaned catching where her eyes were. “You’re staring at my mouth, baby.”

She fired back not a second later or a hint of embarrassment. “Maybe you have food stuck in your beard.”

He laughed at her lie. “I’ll go first. I missed you, love. I missed you as soon as you left and I’d like this with you again.”

Saints and sinners; maybe they weren’t either one, but Luxe was sure bringing out his inner angel wanting to protect her in the same vain that devil on his shoulder wanted nothing less than to finger her under this table right now and have her moan around his tongue.

Nathan, make me come. Nathan, open your mouth. Nathan, I want an orgasm. He suspected he wouldn’t be able to tell her anything other than yes, every fucking time.

“You missed me?” he nodded. “How many women have you had … since me?”

Damn, she wasn’t playing around. He bit back a grin and answered easily. “None. It’s why I’m having a hard time watching you suck the salt from your fingers and not drag you over here and lick your lips.”

She visibly sucked in a breath.

Grinder didn’t see it coming off as a positive by confessing he had wanted to rid her from his mind the other week at the party. When it came to it, as he’d lowered his head to kiss the other woman he couldn’t do it, just couldn’t put his mouth on a woman that wasn’thiswoman. He’d woken the next day with a giant hangover pounding his temple and a determination to have his thief for himself.

She seemed to be giving it some thought. He didn’t mind the quiet.

Families across from them were eating together, next to them was an old couple laughing, people from the local factories were chowing down on grub and people milling through the doorway, it was the worst possible time to feel the way he was feeling, all hot and possessive to do that table ravishing. Usually the only way he had the success rate he did with his tracking was always being three steps ahead, to anticipate what a person would do, the ramifications of a fail was not something Grinder ever accepted so he always made sure never to come up against one. With Luxe he was walking blind and had been from the very start. It was oddly exhilarating.

While it unsettled Grinder, he was juiced to the eyeballs.

Fuckingjuiced.

Leaning forward, sex in her eyes as her lids lowered and looked at him straight on while she deliberately licked salt from her fingertips, her gaze slid down to his mouth, he practically swallowed his tongue. “If you keep looking at me like that..”

Then boldly asking. “Do you need something to hold you over until I can fuck you properly, love?”

She sniffed so offended he had to laugh, even as her cheeks highlighted and her tits rose quickly beneath the thin cotton shirt. “We shouldn’t----you shouldn’t say those things to me here. We always seem to ... flirt in public,” color stained her cheeks and she wasn’t meeting his eyes. He didn’t like it one bit. Reaching across between the glass of water and the cup of house made sauce, he took her fingers in his, felt how they flexed and held on, it was that motion that gave him a surge of want and adrenalin. “Listen to me, love, if you needed my fuck, the location doesn’t come into it, no one would get in my way. I’d end anyone that tried to stop me. You hear me? Let me have your eyes so I see you understand me on this.”

There was no disguising the desire in her expression. Grinder chewed the inside of his cheek to stop from vaulting over and mauling her sweet fucking lips. “I---I--fuck. I understand, Nathan.”

Silence misted between them as their fingers twined together.

Almost hearing the cogs turning in her head he waited.Say them words, baby.

Sensing how close she watched him he stroked a thumb against the thin veins in her wrist. She was so goddamn beautiful she was making his heart jackhammer. He enjoyed the rough edges to Luxe, the woman who would go toe-to-toe with anyone and not back down but he also liked this slightly hesitant version of herself she allowed him to see, he had a feeling he was one of the lucky few who did.

“It’s okay, you can pretend it’s a favor for me. Unbutton your jeans, let me get inside and I’ll sort out your problem with a few hard rubs.” He hoped his tone portrayed helpful motherfucker, because Grinder was feeling nothing but helpful, he’d sit in this booth all night long and rub her little clit raw until she clawed his forearms off.

A slew of Spanish came out of pretty mouth and just like that she pushed out of her seat, and stormed off, leaving Grinder holding his balls---not literally.

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